I'm blowing this popstand, boys and girls. My flight leaves morbidly early tomorrow for the land of Ohio. For the next several days I'll be busy smooshing a precious baby and eating fabulous Cleveland food and spending quality time with one of my favoritest friends. Sunday is marathon day. NUMBER NINE. Hooray! *throws confetti* I've decided I'm shooting for a sub-4. For the non-marathon-inclined readers, that means under four hours. We're looking at a repeat of last June in the sunshine of San Diego. I don't know if I'm ready. I don't know if I can do it. But damn, if I'm not gonna bust my ass and try.
For those following along at home, I signed up for race updates to be posted to both my Twitter feed and my Facebook feed, should you be so inclined. If you go to www.clevelandmarathon.com, you can sign up for text alerts. Cough, MOM. Dad. Cough.
For those of you who just don't give a shit, SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE. Bitches.